What's the benefit
of writing many words which...
Great heros in the past
have dreamed so many dreams...
Tossed.
Like a coin or a phallic...
The beats so alive
Her mind found no rest...
Miss Mossy always wanted
to mow the mess beneath...
Tremendous lights, sleepless nights
a dream that could vanish within sight...
A Daughter Has Come Home
By Mark Spencer...
Since I was kid I witnessed my own death no stress...
By the grass hut waited
The only companion she had...
O frankness,
O honesty...
She dances ballet in rush hour traffic
Pirouetting and prancing through...
What Kind of Chance do we Have?
Brave in our Thoughts...